AN: Chapter seven through nine will have the kitsune being much of a prick as he was in the last arc, but he's more OP and bored. However, in chapter nine he has a wardrobe change, and chapter eight is another NSFW chapter full of "fun".

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"What is going on?" Shouted a male elf in leaf patterned iron armour, whose long, golden hair flowed around his shoulders in an elegant manner. His head peaked out of a large tent in the rear of the army, as the earth beneath his feet shook from a continuous bombardment of chaotic energies out in the distance. Voices of the dying and the damned flowed around his ears, whilst the energies of chaos painted the distant skies with their hues of madness.

"Something came out of the barrier, my Lord," replied another elf, but wore plain brown leathers about its person, "and is attacking the summoned humans as we speak."

"What? Who ordered them to the front line, and who is attacking them?"

"Monsters, my Lord," the other shivered visibly, "Led by something with black fur riding atop an ethereal wyrm."

The elf who was called "lord" paled at the description, as his mind came to only one conclusion as to who it was that led the attack. "Have a Farseer confirm it," he ordered, his hands shaking as they drew out the swords by his waist, "If it is who I think it is, then we need to retreat quickly."

"Who do you think it is, my Lord?" Asked a different elf, one who wore an iron breastplate over a long, vibrant green robe. This marked the elf as a druid, one of the few healers within the elven portion of the army.

"If my thoughts are correct, then we've all signed our death sentences. For the one riding upon an ethereal worm can only be the newly appointed god of our world called Terra, and he is an angry and jealous god." Those around this elf called "lord" paled at the thought of provoking such a being, as all eyes turned towards the front of the army, whereupon they did spy a dark being riding upon an ethereal wyrm.

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"Isn't it wonderful?" Crowed the kitsune with joy, as his small army began their slaughter upon the armies of human, elf, and dwarf. Whereas the wyrm of which he sat upon did turn its head to look into his own eyes with a gaze of longing desire. "Oh very well," he sighed upon noticing such a gaze, "Let me off first, then go and join the others in their revelry."

With its own joyous cry, the wyrm bounced away from the Ageless who had sat upon it, whilst the other simply smirked at the antics of such a creature. "Ah, to be young and full of energy," he sighed with content, then turned towards a pair of unconscious females lying next to the dead body of the human in golden armour. "Let's awaken the pair of you, shall we?" At his words, did his paws rise above the bodies of the females. Which then flexed shut for a brief moment, then opened as a torrent of endarkened lightnings fell upon their bodies.

These females, who were of human origin, awoke to excruciating pain coursing through their bodies. Their backs arched themselves from such a treatment, as their mouths opened wide with a silent scream echoing throughout the world called Terra.

Just as suddenly as the torrent of lightnings began, did they recede from the bodies of the females. Of whom had begun to cry quite loudly and vocally after such a treatment. "Now that I have your attention," growled the kitsune, whose entire form seemed to grow much larger than was thought possible, as he loomed over the fallen females, "You will give me exactly what I desire." From this statement, his paws shot out, gripping the pair by the crown of their heads. Once they were lifted into the air, however, they began to scream a much higher pitch, as his chaotic energies forced their way into the minds of those he held onto. These energies then began the slow process of extracting all of the information stored within their brains.

"Hmm," the kitsune hummed as orbs of silver entered his own mind, revealing a scene he was familiar with, but felt great disappointment because of the images he is witnessing.

Mists of white and grey flooded his mind, halting time itself in order to allow his person to view the events of the past without worry of harm and stress. These mists flitted past his mind, stretching backwards to nearly a full season until it slowed to a crawl. Within a small anti-chamber, which felt familiar to the kitsune somehow, was a score of humans ranging in all shapes and sizes. Each held an eager look, as a pair of numbers floated above their heads, and counted down from ten to double zero.

Upon reaching the double zero, however, a brilliant white light engulfed the large group of humans, transporting them all to an odd throne room. This throne room seemed to have been carved out of a very large tree, as everything within such a place seemed to flow from floor to ceiling as though by magic. Of course, the area was familiar to the Ageless who watched such a scene, and even shook his head with great disappointment as his eyes spied an elderly elven female walking towards the gathered humans, welcoming them to the world called Terra.

"Ah, Reinianna," his sigh signaled the end of such a memory, allowing time to continue to flow once more, "You have truly become such a disappointment in your old age. Well, no matter." With a wave of its right forepaw, four golems made of earth appeared before him. Each knelt, as their bodies molded themselves into the shapes of elven males wearing black leathers about their persons.

"Go," he commanded, "The elven queen of the wood elves has been marked for death. Make it known to all that I shall not tolerate such insurrections towards my person. Ah, but before you go, make sure you bring me her head. I fear I will be needing a new cup for the party we are about to attend."

"My Lord High God?" Called out a dark furred Nekotar, of whom had a dozen humans in tow behind it. Each one was chained about their necks, wrists, and waists, creating a column of slaves to the minds of others.

"Yes, Nekotar? What is this?" His left eyebrow lifted with abjected disdain for such creatures, "You do know the laws forbid humans upon our world of Terra, yes?" The creature before him nodded slowly, its tail and ears lowered as though predicting a scolding. To this, the Ageless sighed whilst the rest of his small army was returning from the carnage of the battlefield.

"They've run off the moment they saw us, Lord," hissed the Naga, who then screeched with anger at the sight of the chained humans. Of which began to shiver, cry, and defecate within their trousers.

"Yes," whispered the kitsune, whose anger had oozed out of his maw, along with the venomous saliva which accompanied it, "I know." Slowly, he breathed in and out to calm himself, as his anger was not one to trifle with. "Give the females to the males of our small army," he commanded, much to the joy of those within his group, and the horror of the female humans.

"What of the males, Lord?" Asked the Naga, who was staring at one of the more muscular humans as though it were a large piece of meat to be bought and eaten.

"Leave five of them be," he muttered, waving them away, "They will be a gift to the Lich King. I do believe he has not had time to experiment on humans after the last one died out nearly four centuries ago."

"You lied to us, you damn cat," roared one of the human males, as the females were torn away from their group and ravished before their very eyes, "You promised we'd be spared if we came quietly."

All eyes turned towards the large feline, whose shoulders shook rapidly. However, it soon became apparent to all that it was giggling maniacally at the scene, "Stupid humans. Our God's word is law. To think you'd be foolish enough to believe that I, Aran Purringdale, a proud Nekotar in the service of Terra's Lord would betray his desires to see you all dead. What a fool you all are," it shook its head slowly, then turned away with its tail stretching towards the heavens above, and walked away. However, the kitsune did not miss the few tears that fell upon the ground as it passed him by, nor the words of, "Please forgive me, Reinianna."

"Oh?" Mused the kitsune, whose lips peeled back to revealed pearl-white teeth with a sickly green fog flowing between his teeth. "Naga," he commanded, summoning the other to his side just before it was able to bite the human it had picked out in half.

"Yes, My Lord High God," it hissed with disdain at the interruption, but came anyways, "What is your will?"

"We seem to have a spy within our midst," the flesh of their Ageless had peeled away from its skull revealing bleach-white bone beneath, as it stared after the large feline's retreating backside. "I detest spies."

"Ah, My Lord High God? Your face, its-"

"My anger is reaching for freedom, Naga," the other shrank away, desiring to hide beneath something large and heavy after hearing this statement. For he knows the anger of one such as their Ageless will always be a great and terrible curse when unleashed upon the world of Terra. "Have the cat watched until the moon reaches its zenith tonight."

"Then...?"

"It will die. For I will not suffer its words reaching those who would become a thorn in my side once more."